Gentle Annie regarded the speaker boldly, smiled, and coloured with pleasure.
“To pour whisky down your throats,” she said, laughing—“that would be nearer the mark.”
“And produce a more pleasing effect,” said Garsett.
“Attend to the game,” said the American. “Spades are trumps.”
“Pass,” said the digger.
“Then down she goes,” said the Englishman.
“Pass again,” said the American.
“I make it Diamonds, and cross the blanky suit,” said the digger.
Gentle Annie turned to the Father of Timber Town.
“There’s a gentleman wants to see you, Mr. Crewe,” she said.